Zhao Lang's gaze stayed fixed ahead as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, and finally asked with a hint of grievance,
"When did you and Shang Shaobai start dating? How long have you been together?"
Jiang Li: ?
Under the night lights, Zhao Lang's handsome profile was cast in a faint silhouette, tinged with traces of pity.
Jiang Li had never seen him like this and found it quite amusing. She shifted in her seat and said with half-closed eyes, "We've never dated. The reason I rejected him is that I'm already married."
Right at that moment, they hit a red light, and Zhao Lang braked hard, stopping the car.
"You're married? To whom?"
Jiang Li nodded absentmindedly but did not speak.
After a while, Zhao Lang's muffled voice came through, and it took Jiang Li a long time to discern that he was asking,
"Being a mistress isn't illegal, right?"
Just as she was about to retort, Zhao Lang's cell phone rang, and he quickly turned on Bluetooth and put on his headset.
